For she had eyes and chose me.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

What's done can't be undone.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!